Nothing great, just something fun–this poem I wrote today. It takes a while for new creations to “jell” and so I’m not quite ready to share this new one. I also photographed a bird today. A dove. A pair of doves fly into my yard each evening and feed before the redbirds get here. The doves are quiet, peaceful and polite. They are watchful, too. It’s a challenge to take a good photo of them. But still I try, sometimes waiting a long time before they strike a pose that causes me to shoot–the camera.
Do you like the doves? This one looks like a good subject for a poem, or a story. Do you think so, too? If you wrote a verse about this dove, what emotion would your words convey? Sadness, happiness, loneliness, or something else? Please leave a note in a comment below. Thanks. –Freeda Baker Nichols